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Monday, March 31, 2008

WHEN A WOMAN IS FED UP......!!!!!

What a woman could do when she is fed up in a relationship should not be underestimated. Please read on.

A man comes home from work early to surprise his wife with flowers and candy and finds that she's already got something planned. The computer is on and there is a note written on it. He sits down in front of the computer and notices his handgun on one side of the computer and on the other side, an empty container of pain pills. He reads the message:

"By the time you read this I will already be dead, so don't get too excited. Don't bother looking around the house for me either. Of course I didn't want my body where my children may see, for they have already seen enough. They have already had to endure far too many years of seeing their mother being tortured by the man they are supposed to look up to. But even though I know I am going to hurt them dearly, I cannot live like this anymore. So, I am taking these pain pills, prescribed for the kind of pain you inflict and I am going somewhere to take a nap.

Don't bother looking for me, just sit there and do something that you haven't been able to do for the last ten years, listen to me. Now that I had to go and kill myself to get your attention, the least you can do is finish reading this letter. I have been writing it over and over in my head for years. Every time that you beat me, I had to rewrite it to add to the horror. Besides I didn't want you to find me after I died because the thought of you touching me even after death turns my stomach I refuse to let you touch me again, in life or death. I chose to die because I promised God when I married you that I would love you for life. And since I am more afraid of Him than you, I chose death. I cannot love you anymore so I have to leave this place. As I look around to this house, you know it's funny, but I can remember the good times that we shared together. Before the babies, before the drinking, do you remember? I do, and it was good back then. It was almost good enough to give me a little hope that we could get back to those times. And they were good times. I guess I have to settle with the fact that no matter what's going on right now, you once loved me, and even you can't deny that. I think what hurts more than my ribs that are stinging me right now is the fact that I still love you .

That realization is stronger than any fist you could ball up and hurl at me. Knowing that my love for you causes a stronger and more lasting pain is much worse than a swift kick in the groin from your steeltoed shoes. But this is a pain that I can take care of, something that I can remedy. I am not into pain, even personally inflicted kinds, so I had to relieve myself. Even as I stood in the mirror this morning admiring the black eye that you gave me last night I knew you would never touch me again. And as I sucked blood from my split, swollen lips I knew I couldn't stand another blow from you. Not because of the fact that you promised with tears in your eyes that you would never do that to me again. Nor the fact that you put your hand on the bible and swore to me that you were going to get help. Not even the fact that you got down on your knees and swore to God that you would never lift a hand to me again. Well your prayers were answered and no, you will not be touching me again. I guess I just had to play God and make sure of thatmyself.

Last night when I picked myself off the floor and fell into your arms it wasn't because I wanted to, I just couldn't stand. It wasn't because I wanted you to hold me, as you may have thought. You picked me up, carried me to our bed and lay on top of me and kissed my swollen face so soft and gentle. Even though you brushed my hair back from my eyes and kissed my eyelids, I didn't feel anything. And even though I may have moaned when you licked me between my thighs, I really didn't feel any kind of pleasure. And when you put yourself inside of me and I grabbed your butt and said your name a few times, I was just helping you get it over with. I moaned because your weight was on my stinging ribs. So what that you asked me what the f$*k I was doing when I scratched your back, I felt the urge. And when you went to sleep, I laid there under you because I couldn't move. When you finally rolled off, of me you were limp and you left your condom inside me. The condom you searched all over for because you didn't want me to bleed on you like the last time you kicked me.

I woke up before you this morning and cooked your breakfast like I always do. I hoped you enjoyed the piss in your oatmeal and the blood I sucked from my lip mixed in your jelly. I watched you spread it on the bread that I wiped my a*s*s with before I put it in the toaster. I don't even want to tell you what I did with those sausages. I spat in your coffee and watched you eat, noticing the look on your face because you knew something was not right. And when you got through with your breakfast, I put your dishes in the sink, but I wrapped the knife you used this morning in a napkin and put it in my pocket.

After you left I laughed. I laughed all the way to the bank and took out every penny and took advances on all our credit cards. I donated half of the money to a woman's shelter, all one hundred and twenty thousand of it. Now, you can pay back all the other women like me, those who had the strength to leave their men. Let those women get a pool table or something, hell, they deserve it. I took the rest and put it away for my children. I left some money for Greg so that he can pay for the counselling he is going to need to reverse the damage of seeing his father slamming his mother into the refrigerator. I sent the rest to Dana in college so that she would never need to come back home when she graduates. You are never going to touch my children again. I made sure of that.

No, I am positive that you will not touch them again. So, I figured that with me gone you would run over to your little woman's house and tell her the good news. So I went over there this afternoon and killed the b*i*t*c*h. I stabbed her little backstabbing a*s*s dead in her heart with the knife you used this morning. And since there was a lot of screaming and sh*t I knew that the police would be there soon so I took that nasty ass condom you left inside of me and stuck it up her a*s*s.

I know you didn't actually kill her but you might as well have. it's your fault that she is dead, so why should anyone else take the blame but you. And since you killed her after you just got through f*$king her, it won't seem premeditated so you will probably just get manslaughter and spend the rest of your life in jail. They probably won't sentence you to death. But you will be okay. You got your high priced lawyers to defend you. The same lawyers that bribed a judge when they had you on charges of embezzlement from your firm. Remember you gave me those documents to shred? Well, I shredded most of them. I got up this morning and mailed the others I had saved out in the garage to the State's Attorney. And since you have already killed someone you probably are going to jail for a long time anyway, so those papers are probably not going to do much damage. but I had already mailed them before I though about it. Damn, you haven't been this quiet in a long time. In fact, I can't even remember when you have been so quiet before. I guess if all I had to do was die to shut you up, I should have killed myself a long time ago.

So, since I got your undivided attention, for a change, let me tell you what I want you to do. On one side of the computer screen there is a gun with one bullet in it. On the other side is the telephone. You could :A : Call the police, turn yourself in and go to jail for the rest of your life, orB : You can take the gun and join me. It is up to you.

Don't worry about Greg, he is with your mother, you won't be seeing him again. You already killed your girlfriend so she'll do you no good either. You are about to lose your business and you are going to jail. Your wife will be mysteriously found dead in your office tomorrow morning. My body is still bruised and battered from when you beat me, and your skin is under my fingernails from where I scratched your back last night. So sh*t, doesn't look too good for you now. But as you said last night before you threw me into the wall, I am a b*tch. Well, ain't this a b*tch. Oh, I know that you didn't think that I was going to die all by myself now did you? I already killed you motherf*#ker!!

You can either go to jail and get f%#ked up you're a*s*s for the rest of your life and have your man beat you around your jail cell, like you did me. Until you die like me, after becoming the b*i*t*c*h you claimed me to be. Or you could take this gun and put one in your dome and kill yourself. It doesn't matter to me. Remember we said until death do us part, right."

MOMENTS PASS. There is a click. One gunshot breaks the silence and his body hits the floor. The roses he brought begin to rise in a pool of blood that spreads across the floor like a fan. His wife steps out of the closet she was hiding in and calls the police. She steps over her husband, sits down at the computer and deletes the message on the screen. She brings up the suicide note that she wrote for him earlier. She gets rid of the empty pillbox and calls her mother-in-law to check on her children. She hangs up the phone and calls his other woman and hangs up.The woman calls back several times but she didn't answer.

The police will assume that the husband must have called her before he shot himself. She practised all the lines out loud. When she heard the police pull up she kneeled beside the man that had once promised God that he was going to love and cherish her and felt nothing. That man was gone long ago and this body belonged to someone whom she didn't even know. She didn't feel any pain besides the tingling of her ribs. She had no regrets either. She put him out of his misery and ended her own misery with just one bullet. Yet, she knelt there and screamed like her life was over.

this is crazy and overtly meana woman , i mean a real woman dosnt have a heart as bitter as this woman in ur story, a woman , i mean a real woman would quietly walk out of his life and end her misery not going to this extent,

This story is true. The woman did nothing wrong, all her husband had to do was call the cops and turn himself in. However, he was too chicken to do that, so he did what most men know how to do best... he took the supposedly 'easy' way out. Men!!!

This story has been circulating on the internet for years. I have personally rec'd it several times from friends, usually with subtil differences (the number, sexes and names of the childern, the amount of money etc) which leads me to believe, in my never to be humble opinion, that this story is just another urban legend. THE PHANTOM

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